The "Sea Devil" and the "Golden Lady" of the black ship and white sails can be said to go hand in hand, which makes Drake quite uncomfortable, but the Sea Devil is very willing to do this, after getting Drake, she is no longer so interested in this male human, after all, compared to the physique of the half-orcs, the human male can only be said to be better than nothing in terms of staying power or size, and now she is accompanied by two out-and-out orcs, it is said that the orcs of the Wuthering Plains were almost wiped out in the battle with Thunder Fort a while ago- The two orc tribes were very poor, but thankfully they were so poor that they couldn't even get much gold, so they couldn't get the kind of potion from the warlock that should have been cursed for 10,000 years, and most of the young men in the tribe survived because of it. If it weren't for the fact that they wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to raid the Gersh tribes after the war, they would have become one of the tribes to be reckoned with on the Wuthering Plains.

These two orcs are the two small fish that Gersh missed when he cleansed the tribe, they are not high in the tribe, they are not strong, they have no honor and name, this has become their advantage, at least no one has to chase them on the way to escape, but in the human realm, they are undoubtedly the strongest warriors, but the sea devil is almost as tall and powerful as them, although she has half human blood, but these bloodlines seem to be used in her head, even compared to humans, she can be considered smart。

So when she saw Drake hurt her eye by Ryette's spell, she just smiled indifferently and turned back to her cabin.

The Sea Devil's cabin was very large, with almost no furniture inside, except for the furs of all kinds of beasts, ranging from small copper coins and shiny mole skins to the skins of a giant white bear that was large enough to hold an orc when unfolded, and the fur seemed to have not been well treated, and exuded a rancid smell of flesh, which was also the favorite smell of the orcs, and several wooden boxes were placed in the corners of the room. Including shoddy crates and delicate ebony chests, an orc strode across half the room, leaned over and grabbed a box, inserted his fingers directly into the gap of the stick, and pulled it apart, the stick creaked, and the rusty nails were reluctantly broken, revealing the golden, dry rush grass inside, which was already a little damp and gave birth to small red worms. The orc grabbed a few of them nimbly and put them in his mouth as if a human were chewing on sesame seeds—the chest was full of blood wine, but judging by the fresh blood stains on the chest, its origin was not very legitimate.

Another orc found a white cup from the pile of fur, and it was not entirely true to say that it was white, because its cup holder was silver, but the body of the cup was yellow and even slightly cracked, and the mouth of the cup was as large as a saucer, and it was inlaid with gold edges. And the shape of the cup is a bit odd - it comes from the skull of one of the Sea Devil's lovers, and if Drake hadn't been the favored child of the Azorean Grand Duchess, he wouldn't have ended up like that.

"Did anyone see the red scar?" the sea devil asked, lying comfortably in the pile of fur. Take the glass from the male orcs and receive their more attentive service—an unlikely thing in the orc tribe, where the male is supreme and the female is only slightly better than the old orcs and slaves. But since the Sea Devil recruited them into his ship and room, he had already taught them the truth of "Sea Devil" with his fists and swords.

"Yes. A male orc said that his lingua franca was still very jerky. But the Sea Devil ordered them to do so, and she only allowed them to speak orc when he gave permission, such as when there was something she didn't want her crew to know.

The sea devil muttered, in the language of the orcs, as if she were going to erect someone and roast them over a charcoal fire, and she scrambled up from her fur, as if nothing but air was being filled under the dark green skin, but the two male orcs knew nothing more than the muscles in steel, whether they were beating them or "using" them.

"Get out!" the sea devil said, throwing the cup in the face of one of the orcs.

The two male orcs frantically stood up and tried to get out of the way for the sea devils, but when they pushed each other, one of them was kicked by the sea devils, and he immediately fell to the ground, wailing unpleasantly.

His companion did not forget his companion as he greedily licked and sucked the wine on his cheeks, not because they still had any comradeship between them, but because the Sea Devil's orders were never discounted, and the orcs who stayed here were certainly not spared, but it was also an unforgivable fault to leave him here in disregard of the order - he could be said to have dragged his companion out of the Sea Devil's room, deliberately slamming his head against the wall and the door along the way.

At other times, this kind of behavior that provokes the sea devil is not a whip, but she doesn't have much to play around with now, she takes a scroll from her dimensional pouch and opens it, this scroll does not contain any powerful offensive or protective spells, but it is one of the most important and indispensable treasures of the sea devil's decades-long pirate career.

When the scroll was opened, the sea devil was presented with a grayish-yellow piece of mermaid skin paper, with fine arcs on the paper, which were the marks left by the removal of the scales, except for this one, which had neither words nor graphics.

The sea devil took out a palm-sized fluorite from the dimensional bag, and the whole room became bright and bright in an instant, the female half-orc squinted her eyes in displeasure, lowered her head, and recited a spell, the spell was very awkward and lengthy like a soldier's leggings, but the sea devil still remembered it very clearly, and when she pronounced it, it was also loud and clear, after she read the spell, a black dot appeared on the parchment, and the sea devil bit off the thumb of her right hand with her canine teeth, and then pressed her thumb on the black dot, almost at the same time, the sea devil felt a sharp tingling, you know, there are not many things that can make her feel this wayA cold sweat broke down her spine - the sea devil always suspected that the black spot was drawing not only her blood, but also a part of her life force - it came from a warlock of demonic blood, which already showed its inevitable danger, but the sea devil could not give it up until a replacement for it was found.

She waited for a while, and the parchment gradually changed, taking on mossy green patches, black shades, and small red dots. The sea devil immediately leaned up and examined it carefully, not letting go of any unusual places.

If the otherworldly soul were standing here, it would think it was back to its original plane, and what it saw was too much like a computer version of Google Maps, anyway.

The pale sapphire blue is the sea, while the mossy green patches are islands, the black ones are reefs and shoals, the red dots are hot-blooded humans and humanoids, and whales, and a white slender dot is slowly crossing the south side of the side island. The sea devils didn't bother with it, because it represented a school of cold-blooded fish.

Now the sea devil sees most of the side islands, as well as part of the surrounding sea, this living sea map shows only a place within five hundred miles, and the farther is beyond its ability, although the sea devil has always wanted a larger range, but it is always good to deal with warlocks once less, but for the time being, this sea chart is already very precious to her. With this chart, the "Sea Devil" found how many fatty prey and how many fine nets it escaped.

The Sea Devil searched along the perimeter of the side island, and there were no moving red dots on it, except for the "Golden Lady", which was very close to the "Sea Devil", but there were red dots everywhere on the side island. In some places, the red dots were dense like a nautical chart with a few ominous red eyes, these were slaves, and they were extremely cheap slaves, the sea devil pouted. It seems that "Red Scar" really can't join the operation.

This made the Sea Devil feel very unhappy, and in her original vision, "Red Scar" was the best shield to probe and use to consume the mage's spells. Who can she let go now? Drake is spared, he is an incompetent and cowardly fool, and he doesn't have to be less wary of himself than those Su Lun's followers, didn't he see that he actually got a warlock from the White Tower?

A warlock with dragon blood, although the composition of dragon blood is no longer so pure, but the sea devil can feel it, her orc blood is boiling and wants to compete with it, while her human blood is trembling and wants to surrender, although it is the sea devil herself who is in charge in the end, but her decision is to stay away.

Let the caster deal with the caster, that's the best place to start.

The beginning, not the end, the Sea Devil hesitated rarely, she tried her best to convince herself that the lack of "Red Scar" was no big deal, she could discuss with Drake and take some of their hands to solve this little trouble, if the warlock was willing to strike early, she was even willing to give up some payment for it, but her tailbone was throbbing, it wasn't because of an injury or something- Her tailbone had been struck by a mage's spell, and it had since healed, but occasionally it would ache for no apparent reason, and the Sea Devil would find herself in big trouble after each pain.

The last time her coccyx hurt was after she got Drake's Little Beauty, so she didn't hesitate to ask for a gold coin equivalent to Drake's weight after the Azorean archduchess's emissary boarded the "Sea Devil" and released him.

And this time?

The Sea Demon groaned, rolled the scroll up again, placed it in the silver scroll barrel, and threw it into the dimensional bag, instead taking out a large red spinel and hanging it around her neck, the back of the spinel was engraved with runes, and smashing it contained a spell that would teleport her back to the Sea Devil.

Also, she originally wanted the "Sea Devil" to stop where it was and wait for her, but now she changed her mind, and it was better for the "Sea Devil" to stay away from the side island.

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Mei Mi was gently pushed awake by Gülen.

The previous life on the run had given Flo's priest a number of good habits, for example, being woken up by an unprovoked push while she was asleep, she would neither refuse to get up nor shout in annoyance, she almost immediately held her breath, and slid silently on her toes from the low silk couch, in the only faint light of the tent she didn't even look for her golden slippers, but when her feet touched the ground, she almost cried out, and she quickly covered her lips with her own hands. At some point, the icy water came up from the ground, and as far as Mei Mi could feel, the water was almost up to her ankles.

Is it high tide?

Mamee immediately dismissed the idea, and there were few knowledgeable people among Priest Flo, but she at least knew that the tide would not rise in the middle of the night, and perhaps it would be dawn by now?

Of course not, their foothold is not a complete cave, half of the "snail mouth" belongs to the sky, Cremar as the master, his tent is naturally inside, Mei Mi and the others' tent is outside, and now Mei Mi can still see the bright magic galaxy, it is only slightly deviated to the west side, but it is not yet the time to completely fall.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and began to pray silently, asking her gods to give her strength, courage, and unparalleled good fortune once again.

Glenn looked at the dark-haired spellcaster, the light in the cavern was dim, but he, Kerryburn, and Cremar could all see each other, and the thief made a few gestures, "What's the matter?" he asked.

"Enemies. The Master also "spoke" in silence.

Then he went on to "say": "A lot. ”

The thieves subconsciously looked beyond the cavern, the tide crashing against the reef with a regular roar, but beyond that, there was still a reassuring silence.

But Glenn trusts Cremar, and while this guy sometimes makes people think he's a bit idiot or crazy, Glenn is willing to stand by the black-haired spellcaster.

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A little earlier.

When the pirates who were climbing on the top of the masts of the Sea Devil and the Golden Lady could clearly see a large hermit crab that had scurried over the rough shoals of the side island, Ryette cast a spell that allowed both huge ships to be hidden- They looked like they were shrouded in a shadow woven by the tide and the night, of course, if you stood only a few hundred feet away from them, you would be able to see them, but if the distance was more than a thousand feet, the average human could only see a vague and fleeting layer of color.

So that at least they won't be detected at the first moment.

Although the eunuch who gave them the exact map and the exact location of their prey told them with great certainty that when the Sea Devil and the Golden Lady entered the harbor, Cremar and his party would not be able to detect them. But Ryette decided to be cautious, and couldn't be too careful when dealing with a spellcaster, especially a mage with elven blood, she said to herself.

The harbor had long since been abandoned, which was one of the reasons why the eunuchs were sure that no one would find them, and the wreckage of the dock forced the two pirate ships to dock at a distance and carry them up to the side islands in small boats.

The Sea Devil and Drake were the last to leave, and they skimmed their eyes before avoiding them, followed by the selected pirates, strong, ruthless, and eager to try. (To be continued.) )